RaptureA Poem by EradikaitVisions of violence painted by poetry.I saw nothing.
I crushed my eyes tightly until I felt my vital fluid gush out of them. My vision blinked crimson, again and again. I looked upward: the morning sky appeared a watery blend of bloodshot images. I breathed in the red sea. Drizzles of plasma sank into my bated breath. It was a perfect portrait of allegorical bloodshed.
I trickled with delight.
The waves advanced to their positions, ready for the onslaught. The storming music began. I felt the sailors’ frenzied screams erupt in my red cells. I swallowed up their sexy terror. The savage waves thrust against the ships mercilessly, until they ripened into a gory aftertaste.
A warm, frothy bloodbath awaited me. I fervently capsized into the collected carnage; the bloody bulk of excess. Death perfumed the muted air and I inhaled gratefully. This was true love.
My heart grew two sizes that day. © 2013 Eradikait |
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